Cornucopian Smorgasboard ~ for Sunday Scribblings

Silk roads are desperate scribbles
In vaults of Siberian wastelands
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Lush purple grapes tantalise longings
Reaching for love trapped on a twig
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Exotic rain is the hound of drought
A bounty for deprived senses
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Halloween passions are subway thrills
Locked in the orange of carved smiles
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An apple a day keeps living on
Wormed by the charms of sick Sirens
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The riddles of Sphinxes beguile
A traveller's scrabbling amulet
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A mournful, lonely tolling bell
Recalls the feast of the Last Supper
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In the last hour

If I could stop time

My nemesis would be

In the kitchen

~

I carry a secret identity

Plus baggage

Here

~

The fortune cookie

Weaves a spell of

Google magic

And gives me a slippery

Second chance

To terminate

That sinking feeling

~

Any kitchen

For me

Is like

The inspired town mouse and

The crushed country mouse

~

(I am not the inspired one)

~

My deepest darkest

Superstitions

Materialise

In any fridge space

In any kitchen ~

My shoes demand

Change

Urgently

~

My dream job

My dream journey

Is a chronicle

Of wings

And ocean

Anywhere

But a kitchen

~

Destination is always

A secret identity ~

A spicy hero ~

And that is the thrill

Of the dance

~

Dear diary

My first act

As queen

Of the world

Would be to grant

An eternity

Of three wishes

Now and then

Laced

With the wicked

Yummy

Passion

Of chocolate

~

P.S. The blog Coolayla has a wonderful description of a Pumpkin Festival in Australia that has nothing to do with Halloween. It is celebrated in May each year!